Elle s'étale le sang de ses règles sur le visage pour prouver que ce n'est pas 'sale et gênant'

Par Emilie, le 28 Février 2019, dans actu
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Pour dramatiser les règles et le tabou qui les entoure, une jeune californienne a décidé de publier des photos d'elle avec le visage recouvert de sang pour montrer que ce n'est pas 'sale et dégoûtant'.

Demetra Nyx a publié de nombreuses photos sur son compte Instagram pour prouver que les règles sont 'belles et puissantes' : 'Je ferai ça tous les mois jusqu'à ce que les gens ne soient plus choqués. Je ferai ça jusqu'à ce que les petites filles n'apprennent plus que cette fonction naturelle de leur corps est dégoûtante et sale. Je ferai ça jusqu'à ce que les femmes arrêtent de croire qu'elles ne peuvent pas avoir de relations sexuelles pendant leurs règles parce que c'est répugnant' a t-elle expliqué sous l'une de ses photos.

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I will do this every month until people are no longer shocked by it. I will do it until little girls stop being taught that the natural functions of their bodies are disgusting and unclean. I will do it until women stop feeling like they can’t have sex on their period because it is gross. I will do it until we stop being embarrassed that we sometimes bleed through our clothing. Through your sheets. The idea isn’t to get everyone to put blood on their face (though - wow - does it make your skin glow!) Rather... if I do something soooo shockingly disgusting and put it out in public... maybe someone somewhere will feel like: “well, if she can do *that*, maybe I don’t have to hate my period after all. Maybe my body isn’t that gross after all.” . Also, it’s fun and I like it . #mybodymychoice #menstruation #witchesofinstagram #blood #witch #fuckyourstandards

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Elle explique avoir très mal vécu certains épisodes de sa puberté, notamment l'arrivée de ses règles à 12 ans, dont elle a d'abord eu honte et trouvait ça dégoûtant. Plus tard, elle s'est fait poser un stérilet, ce qui a rendu la période de ses menstruations excessivement douloureuse. Elle a donc fait retirer ce contraceptif au bout d'un an, et c'est à ce moment là qu'elle a changé l'opinion qu'elle avait sur ses règles.

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You are a jungle-child. Your body is meant to writhe in pleasure. Your body is meant to howl. Your body is meant to be covered in blood. Your freedom of expression has been Stolen from you. The witches are back. The witches are back. If you’re someone who gets a period... that’s beautiful. If you’re someone who supports your partner during their period... that’s beautiful. . If you think this is gross, why? . If you have a period and hate it, can you love it? Why not? (I’d love to work with you on this). . And if you’re one of the women in my inbox, sending me random photos of you doing this same thing... you’re extra beautiful. I love you. Send me more. xoxoxo

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Oubliant sa honte et son dégoût, elle a commencé à s'exprimer librement sur le sujet, notamment sur les réseaux sociaux à travers ses photos de son visage ensanglanté.

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My blood came today. Eighteen days late. I did not think I was pregnant. My body said: relax. Maybe it was a combination of sickness and antibiotics and herbs and late ovulation. Maybe it was that my body wanted to bleed with the full moon instead. For a year I have bled exactly with the new moon. They say that means nurturance. I wonder if it is a coincidence that I will bleed with the full moon just as I am beginning to create my business, this entire year’s worth of culmination, seven year’s worth of wisdom into one thing. Full moon is creativity, power. Today I sat on the ground and bled into the earth. In a dark red, velvet skirt. The clouds, the forest blowing wildly around me. It is this connection with nature that I know to be true most deeply. That the trees have me. That we are of each other. I MISSED bleeding. I didn’t realize how accustomed I had become to my cycle, to knowing my moods and my rhythms, until I was thrown off. My body was deeply missing this feeling of dreamy connectedness, this time of retreat. It was weird not to have it. My blood is magic. It is worth being celebrated. The wisdom of our wombs was taken from womxn a long time ago. I’ve taken mine back. Five years ago in the fall I was throwing up black. The trees did this same thing except it was raining. Today it felt like the completion of a cycle. I don’t know what that means yet, exactly; but it means something. Today I wonder how you connect to the inner part of you that knows. That knows you’re meant for more, to feel more, to be more, that this isn’t all there is for you. I have followed that part of me always and that has made all the difference.

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'Si je fais quelque chose de siiii choquant et dégoûtant, peut-être que quelqu'un quelque part, se dira 'hé bien, si elle peut faire ça, je n'ai peut-être pas à détester mes règles, après tout. Peut-être que mon corps n'est pas si dégoûtant, après tout.' espère t-elle.

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Two things I hear frequently: “You post some weird shit” and “I’ve never shared this with anyone before.” . I think they’re related because I often hear them together. Something along the lines of: “Thank you so much for listening. I used to judge you for the stuff you posted but I’m not going to now and I’m so glad I reached out.” . I don’t mind being judged. I mind that *the way the world is* causes me to be judged - that’s not fun - but I do expect it from people. Someone said to me the other day, incredulously, mockingly: “You think posting photos of your blood is going to change the world???” I don’t just think that; I know it. I know it because of the messages I get in my inbox from women saying: thanks, you showed me how to start loving my period too. I know it because of the people I coach - both men and women - telling me they feel more comfortable telling me their scariest fears and desires and traumas because they know I won’t judge them. I know it because the more I embody my work, and the more I challenge the world and myself, the more deeply I am able to hold people through their own processes. I know it even because I know that if this isn’t your first month seeing my blood posts, I know you’re no longer shocked by it the way you were the first time. Even if you don’t like it, even if you’re tired of it - you’re no longer shocked by it. Which means my blood has become a little bit more “normal” to you. That’s how change happens, anyway. Incrementally. Subtly. Slowly. I’m actually going to be focusing my coaching on men next year (will share a new account and tons more on that soon) and I hit a moment of: Will men work with me if I keep posting things like this? And then I realized: I don’t want to work with men who are afraid of it. Women deserve to be totally in love with our own bodies, to know our cycles are amazing. And we deserve men (and other women!!) who can respect this. Stay tuned - a few more weeks til big news!

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Pour l'instant, sa démarche est loin de faire l'unanimité et une partie des commentaires sont très négatifs. Mais au moins, elle a le mérite de faire bouger les choses...

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I used to spend my time worrying about what other people thought of me. I used to keep lists as a 12-year-old: what are all the ways in which I could be more attractive? What are all the ways in which I could make that person like me? How could I make my body more acceptable? How could I hide my blood, my skin, my wrinkles, my fat? In my twenties, the focus on my appearance shifted, but the root of where I spent my energy was the same. It was still spent on forming an image that would make other people approve of me. The one with the strongest body. The one that was peaceful and positive. The one who was a good student, the one who was a good teacher, the one who was fun and bubbly but not too loud. The one who could hold all of her emotions and was always working to get rid of her bad feelings. You have it too, don’t you? The one who is a good mom. The one who is a good daughter. The one who eats the healthiest. The one who is a good person. The one who has the most money. It was the same, though. The focus was different but it was still the same. It was still: how could I make sure the people whose opinions I cared about approved of me? And yet. It turns out none of that was ever necessary. I don’t do anything I do now for anyone’s approval. I don’t care about being seen as strong or successful or pretty or important. I also do not care if I am seen as jealous or angry or insecure or hurt or selfish or loud. Because what I have gained on this journey, finally, is the deepest love and total approval of my Self. What if you deeply, truly loved and *approved* of yourself? That is why I post my blood. It is a little to liberate other women and a lot to please my Self. I get so much pleasure from this ritual and I love feeling so free to share it and I love not caring what the reactions will be. That is how I live my whole life, now. If you want to heal in this way. If you want to learn this. SHAMELESS - my 6-week one-on-one coaching program for women is open for registration from now until November 27th. There are 3 spots available. Are you brave enough to claim yours? Message me xx

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